Daddy Dearest

“Got any plans for the weekend, Bow?” Sky Stinger asked.

Retrieving his emptied lunch box from his locker, Bow smiled to himself. “Nothing in particular. I’m just gonna go home, put my feet up, and relax.”

“Well whatever you’ve been doin’, keep it up. I ain’t seen you this laid back in ages! What’s your secret?” the teal stallion pressed, stepping over and playfully elbowing the larger pegasus in the ribs.

“Honestly,” Bow sighed, his grin broadening, “it’s just nice having a great mare waiting at home for me.”

Turning and trotting away, leaving his coworker behind him, he made for the exit. His statement had been true, even if he’d omitted the fact that the mare waiting for him wasn’t his wife. As he strolled out of the building and onto the foundational cloud cover, he took a deep breath of fresh, cool air, extended his wings, and took to the skies to head home.

The past two weeks couldn’t have been better, even if it had taken a bit of time to adjust to everything. Having his precious baby-girl back home was amazing, getting fresh meals and having some help around the house was great, but being able to curl up with the most attractive, loving, and good-natured mare he’d ever met, well, that just took the cake. Thinking of his daughter, an increasingly common occurrence as of late, he subconsciously increased his speed.

He’d always loved Dash with every fiber of his being, although exactly how he loved her had taken a somewhat scandalous turn as of late. The way she looked after him, cooked, and cared for the house would have been admirable in and of themselves, but her looks - sweet, merciful Celestia, she was by far the most attractive woman he’d ever seen. As if having his daughter as a live-in homemaker wasn’t great enough, the sex with her was nothing short of mind boggling.

Young, curvacious, and always eager to please, with a flexibility and open mind that left absolutely nothing off the table, she’d done things to and with him that would make a whore blush! He’d been a bit hesitant to do anything shameful with her at first, being embarrassed that he’d caved to his stallionly desires the first few times, though he’d quickly come to relish sensual moments with her - hell, he’d even surprised her a few times in the last couple of days! With everything that had happened between them, disregarding the nonsensical nature of it all, there was one element that stood out amongst everything else - he was genuinely happy.

Not to say he hadn’t been content with Windy, who still happened to be away on business, but the refreshing, carefree, and at times sinful nature of Dash had rekindled his passion and invigorated his life. Simply having her around had done wonders for him, improving his overall mood and giving him more energy than he’d had in years. She was the first thing he saw every morning, and the last thing he saw before going to bed at night, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Though he had little doubt that she wouldn’t have minded him sticking with his usual routine, her presence and cheerful demeanor had had an unintended byproduct - he’d become self-conscious. He couldn’t bring himself to just let her toil over chores all day, especially with as good looking as she was, which was exactly why he’d started making little changes. If she was going to work so hard to keep him happy - by thunder, he was going to do the same for her.

First and foremost, he did what he could to help her around the house; most of the tasks he volunteered for were trivial, like cleaning the gutters or doing bits of repair work, but those weren’t the only things he’d been addressing. Outside of working at or over forty hours a week, he rarely, if ever exercised - that was, until recently. At the beginning of the week, he’s started getting up earlier than usual to jog, fly, and do some calisthenics; it wasn’t easy or particularly fun, but staying healthy was something he’d neglected for far too long.

All in all, having Dash back at home had been the best thing to happen to him in the last decade. It may have sounded silly, but his life had taken a remarkable upward turn. He felt fantastic, his typically placid attitude had improved, and if he kept up the exercise he felt sure he’d shed some weight and look better than ever! He wasn’t sure if his daughter-made-lover had noticed the changes he’d made, but it really didn’t matter if she did or didn’t; in the end, whether she knew it or not, she’d breathed fresh air into his life.

Cutting through the skies, skirting the denser portion of Cloudsdale, a billboard caught his eye. He wasn’t sure what it said, since it was quite a distance away, yet the picture was of a young couple lounging on a beach. The sight warmed his heart and gave him an idea, causing his pace to slow. It only took him a second to seize the impulsive notion, veering into town. With any luck, Dash wouldn’t be too bothered if he was a few minutes later than usual.

Ignorant to what her father was up to, but keeping him nearly perpetually in her thoughts, Dash carefreely hummed to herself and poured over the latest issue of Mare’s Health. While she’d never been all that interested in reading feminine magazines, she’d learned that there was some very useful information held in such publications - not just for mares like herself, but for all the hubbies and coltfriends of the world. Everything from beauty tips and cooking techniques to ideas for how to best service one’s stallion awaited her, making her an instant fan of the periodical.

There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for her dearest Daddy, both in or out of the bedroom - that being said, she didn’t want to slack on the matter of keeping him happy. Making herself presentable was easy enough, as was ensuring his very healthy libido was tended to, yet there was always something more she could do to please him. After the initial excitement of moving back in with him had subsided, she’d done everything she could to develop a routine for herself - after all, if he was going to support the household, she was going to make darn sure he knew he was appreciated.

Most of her mornings started the same, showering with Bow and occasionally a bit of early lovin’, but the real work began after he left. Any chores would be attended to, ensuring the house was spotless by the time he got home, and then she’d commit herself to some exercise. She may have been young, but rocking a killer body meant she couldn’t slack on the crunches, jump rope, and plenty of squats.

It was only after she’d worked up a sweat and tended to her duties did she give herself a chance to relax, yet even that was fleeting. Dinners never cooked themselves, and there weren’t always leftovers for her Daddy to take to work, so she always made sure her big, strong stud had three healthy and filling meals a day - excluding when he chose to have her for dessert, of course. Though she always had something to keep her busy, she couldn’t remember ever being so content before.

She’d had plenty of fun on adventures with her friends, and was proud she’d helped save Equestria a handful of times, yet that felt like a past life. The major villains had been reformed or defeated, the world was at peace, and the various species of the land lived a life of harmony that they’d never known. She honestly couldn’t say what she’d be doing with herself if Twilight’s little experiment hadn’t gone awry, leading to her current circumstances, yet she felt certain that she wouldn’t have been nearly as happy doing anything else.

As absurd as it may have sounded, her new life was better than any of her old dreams or ambitions. If she’d somehow become captain of the Wonderbolts, she’d be busting her hump day in and day out, dealing with new recruits, and it realistically wouldn’t be as fun as she’d once thought. Caring for a doting, handsome, and affectionate stallion was far more rewarding than she could have ever imagined, shifting her aspirations from becoming an elite flier to that of a beloved housewife.

Housewife...The mere thought of it sent excited tingles up her spine, though the notion was bittersweet. She knew there wasn’t a stallion out there who could ever rival the perfection of Bow, no matter how much she wished there was. He’d been happily married for nearly twenty years, Windy treated him well, and they’d reared her as exceptional parents. Some part of her realized she’d never have what her mother had, as depressing as the thought was, yet that wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying her time with her Daddy - not in the slightest.

Lowering her magazine and placing it on the coffee table, she pushed herself up and stood. As she casually moved through the house, out of the living room and to the master bedroom, her thoughts began to wander. Even if Bow would never put a ring on his finger, walk with her down the aisle, or kiss her after saying his vows, that didn’t mean she couldn’t pretend she was his betrothed. Creeping to and into her mother’s closet, her eyes settled on a singular, pristine garment.

Bow had been generous enough to buy her a small wardrobe for herself, since none of her or Windy’s clothes fit her enhanced state. Unfortunately, even with the expansive selection of shops in Cloudsdale, finding articles that fit her full-figure was a herculean task. In the end, despite having intentionally selected several shirts, brassieres, shorts, a sundress, and several pairs of panties, anything she wriggled into looked rather slatternly on her. She was overjoyed with her new duds, trying each and every one of them on for Bow, but there was one ensemble she’d found herself thinking of more and more often.

Reverently reaching for the outfit, she paused. There was a very good chance it hadn’t been worn in years, possibly over a decade, and she knew all too well how significant the clothing was - still, she’d been staving off the temptation to try it on for weeks, ever since she found it. Glancing over her shoulder at the bedside clock, seeing that Bow would be home at any minute, her thoughts raced. Slipping into the attire wouldn’t be worth much if she didn’t get some feedback from her Daddy, right?

As her eyes settled on the wedding photo on the nightstand, she steeled her resolve. If she got into trouble, she could always apologize and learn from the lesson - if not, well, she’d just deal with the consequences. Kicking the door closed behind herself, lest she be happened upon while changing, she pulled at her top and began to disrobe.

Bow lifted his arm and peeked at his watch, kicking himself for being so late. If he’d know how long his little pit stop was going to take, he wouldn’t have bothered in the first place. Unfortunately, with hindsight being twenty-twenty, there was nothing to be done. All he could do was hope that his baby-girl wasn’t too upset with him for not being home sooner.

Smoothly slowing and descending, he landed at his front door, retrieved his keys, and let himself inside. There was no way to know where his daughter was, given that he was tardy, which put him at a distinct disadvantage. Creeping through the house, with his ears twisting for any sign of noise, he clutched one hand behind his back.

“Babe?” he cried, seeing she wasn’t in the living room.

“I’m in the bedroom, Daddy!” she shot back, rushing to get the final pieces of her ensemble in place.

Smiling to himself, he steadily moved towards his chamber. “I hope you’re not mad at me, but I got a little surprise for you!”

Her ears perked up, as she moved out of the closet and to the bed. “I’ve got a surprise for you too! Want to come and see?”

Unsure of what manner of surprise she had in store for him, his grin broadened when he reached the closed doorway. If he had to make an educated guess, she was more than likely lying in wait for him while wearing something skimpy or possibly nothing at all. Unopposed to a bit of post-work exercise, he saw himself in, looked to the bed, and froze.

“I...I hope you’re not mad,” she demurely murmured, looking to the floor and twisting in place.

Bow was anything but upset, though the sight which greeted him left him speechless. Dressed in the snow-white negligee that Windy had worn for their honeymoon, she looked more radiant than ever. The garters, stockings, bodice, and panties, all of which were traced with lace, clung to her like a glove and contrasted wonderfully against her cerulean coat and neatly trimmed, prismatic bush.

Swallowing hard, Dash lifted her head and peeked up at his face. “Daddy?”

“Huh?” he blurted, shaking his head and coming back to the present.

“You’re not mad, are you?” she whispered, anxiously playing with her hands.

“Babe, no,” he began, crossing to her. “How could I be mad at you?”

“I...I wanted you to feel special,” she breathed, stepping forward to meet him, “like you did on your wedding night.” Gently taking his wrist, ignoring the arm he held behind his back, she guided his free hand to her heaving, barely restrained bosom. “It’s probably silly, but I really do wish there were two of you.”

Cocking his head, he gazed into her enchanting eyes. “Why?”

“Because nothing would make me happier than having a husband as perfect as you,” she sweetly explained, as her eyes grew moist.

His smile faltered, seeing her composure threatening to break. In that fleeting moment, the mere blink of an eye, he actually regretted not being able to marry her, to make her dreams a reality - after all, wasn’t that what fathers were supposed to do for their children. The thought wreaked havoc on him, filling him with conflict, but then it hit him. Even if he couldn’t wed her, that didn’t mean he couldn't pretend.

As he lightly pulled his arm free and stepped back, he sank to one knee before her. She’d gotten dressed up and reminded him of one of the wildest moments of his life, simply because she wanted to make him happy, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to do the same for her. Staring up at her, he presented her with a surprise of his own.

“Dash,” he sighed, feeling his chest tighten, “you’ve blossomed into the most beautiful, caring, and marvelous mare I’ve ever met.” Though his voice cracked and he fought back a sniffle, he continued undeterred. “I’d be proud - no, honored to have a wife like you.”

Dash covered her muzzle, though she couldn’t hide the tears that began creeping down her cheeks. The flowers he’d gotten here were indeed a pleasant gift, yet they couldn’t rival the greatest gift she’d ever received - his love and affection. Leaning forward, she gingerly slipped her hands under his arms and urged him to stand. She needed to repay him, to make the moment complete, and there was only one way to do it. As he got to his feet, towering above him, she closed her eyes, lifted her chin, and expectantly pursed her lips.

Bow wasted no time, knowing just what to do. Dropping the bouquet, he pulled her to himself and passionately locked lips with her. Save for the absence of church bells and the elated cries of onlookers, he could swear they’d just been declared man and wife. Tightening his grip, grasping her decadently plush backside in one hand, he scooped her up and plodded to the bed.

As he rested his knees on the mattress, continuing to hotly make out with her, he laid her down and draped himself atop her. Attempting to control himself proved an insurmountable task, little more than a fool’s errand. Like trying to contain a star, his passion demanded he consummate his undying love for her right then and there. Rearing back, he peppered her cheek, neck, and upper chest with kisses, before reaching her heaving rack.

Biting and tugging at her top, he pulled the garment down and freed her mountainous breasts. His mouth watered, prompting him to lick his lips, before he lowered his snout and wrapped his lips around her left teat. He was amazed that she’d somehow managed to even fit in the comparably small article, but the notion of how she’d squirmed into the article was a transient one. With one hand around her back, and the other inching to her groin, he hungrily suckled on her nipple.

Gnawing a finger to silence herself, Dash peered down at her titanic mate. The sensation of him nursing on her was staggering, subtly stoking her maternal and carnal interests, yet the mere sight of seeing him latched to her teat was beyond provocative. He’d proposed to her, confessed his love, and even brought her flowers! As his fingers grazed her plump, sopping-wet nethers, sending a bolt of pleasure through her, her urge to be bred by him roared to the fore.

Though getting married to the divine stallion would be ideal, she could and would gleefully carry on his lineage. The second he pulled her drenched panties to the side, she bucked her hips and smeared his thick, strong fingers with her marish juices. As much as she would have liked doing all the work, riding him until she’d earned his rich essence, she knew better. She was his for the taking, and she’d be more than happy to submit herself to him in any and every conceivable way.

Grasping his short mane with one hand, while tugging at her unmolested nipple with the other, she pulled his face into her tit. If he wanted to get her warmed up, or even finger-fuck her to finish, she wasn’t about to complain. It didn’t take him long to plunge two digits into her, expertly caressing her g-spot and causing her to whimper. Savoring every bit of his attention, her only concern was that he wouldn’t take too long before he got down to business.

Pulling back and detaching from her one teat, he shot over and started suckling the other. Windy’s bosoms were decently sized, slightly above average, although he loved how positively stacked his daughter was. Though he’d had every intention of taking his time, allowing them both to enjoy a bit of foreplay, his stallionhood had gone from flaccid to painfully erect in no time flat. Abruptly pulling his hand from her groin, heedless of his slickened digits, he twisted slightly and started undoing his belt.

There were few if any times he could remember when he’d gotten so turned on so quickly, but his baby-girl was able to hit his buttons like nobody else. As impossible as it was, it was like everything about her had been custom tailored to fit his tastes. Fumbling to get his pants off, wriggling the garment down his legs, a soft touch against his cheek fractured his flustered concentration.

“Daddy,” she cooed, affixing him with her heavily lidded eyes, “stand up.”

As if in a trance, he obeyed without question. Dismounting from the foot of the bed was a bit awkward, between his throbbing erection and his slacks being midway down his thighs, but he was able to manage the arduous task. As he unsteadily got to his feet, he swiftly removed the annoying article of clothing and kicked them to the side.

“Daddy,” a hushed purr caught his ear, bringing his attention back to his lover.

Though he’d only been off of her for a scant few seconds, she’d used her time wisely. Sliding to the center of the mattress, she lifted and splayed her legs. The sight of her juicy loins and uncovered chest was a thing of beauty, although her little display had yet to reach its crescendo. Grasping her lower thighs and pulling her knees back, she longingly stared up at him. It was at that moment that his composure shattered entirely.

Watching him crawl up her body, keenly aware of her pounding heart and winking marehood, Dash expectantly gnawed her lower lip. She’d presumed he’d take the invitation well, but she hadn’t dared dream he’d come onto her so strongly! As he loomed over her and brought his titanic cock to bear, she slipped one hand lower and pulled her panties to the side.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, feeling his immense bitch-breaker stretch open her taut snatch, she released a shuddering breath. He wasn’t just tall or heavily built, his stallionhood was massive. On the exceptionally remote chance that she did end up settling for some other guy, it would be practically impossible for any other pony to satisfy her. Staring up at his broad chest, while he placed his hands to either side of her torso, her eyelids fluttered.

Bow’s glacial plunge into her only slowed after his medial ring ground into her silken depths. Hot, snug, and feeling like molten velvet, her marehood embraced his length like it had been made for him. Gazing down at her, just as she lifted her head and kissed his peck, he braced his legs and began rutting her in earnest.

Though it took an inordinate amount of willpower to restrain himself, he started off slowly. In spite of his desire to cut loose and wildly plow her, the payoff for his control would be well worth it for both of them. For starters, a gradual buildup would ultimately lead to a stronger climax, something neither would argue against - secondly and more prudently, he truly did want to enjoy the moment.

Flashes of his honeymoon assailed him, yet this was so much more. Dash’s temperament, subservience, gorgeous body, and unparalleled libido outstripped Windy’s even in her prime, all but making him forget his absent wife. Feeling her legs flex, shaking him from his reverie, he snorted. While she was exceptionally servile, she certainly wasn’t afraid to ask him for more.

Steadily ramping up the speed and force of his thrusts, he watched her bosoms sway beneath him. He could scarcely imagine just how large her bust would get if she did get knocked up. Transfixed by the sight of her rack, he licked his lips, leaned in, and gently nibbled on her nipple. Though Dash had no way of knowing it, Windy’s pregnancy had awakened a nearly obsessive interest with gravid mares in him.

While he bucked his hips, while he sucked on her tit, she eagerly moved along with him. Not only did she lift her waist to meet his plunges, expertly relaxing on his thrusts and clenching on his backstrokes, but she even ran her hands along his back. The outright enthusiasm and willingness to please him was staggering, silently tormenting him with a question he’d found himself asking all too often - how could he keep her.

Grunting into her breast, as his weighty nuts played a drumbeat on her cushiony behind, his thoughts raced. It wouldn’t be long until Windy returned home, and she would doubtlessly have questions. His best guess was that she wouldn’t be too alarmed by Dash’s transformation, considering she cherished her daughter as much as he did, yet that wasn’t the problem - the real problem was how she’d react to eventually finding out that her husband and daughter’s relationship had become far more intimate than it had any right to be.

“R...right there,” Dash gasped, shivering from head to toe.

Altering the angle of his thrusts, he accosted her g-spot and womb. Over the last few weeks, he’d discovered a great many of her carnal weaknesses, much as she had done for him, and neither pulled any punches when it came to getting the other off. Glancing up at her face, seeing the euphoric expression played out on her angelic visage, he abandoned her teat and brought his lips to hers. She adored getting her breasts played with, but kissing never failed to get her wrapped around his finger.

As he drove his tongue into her maw, she grasped his head and loudly groaned. There was something thrilling and intoxicating about being with a woman who’s passion mirrored or even surpassed his own, making him feel like a young buck again. Balancing himself on one arm, intent to support her back for a time, an idea struck him. There was a position he’d always wanted to try with someone, one which none of the mares he’d bedded were willing or able to pull, and he may have just gotten his chance.

Losing herself to the kiss, Dash only realized something odd was happening when he grabbed ‘hold of her right knee. They’d fucked in several permutations of missionary before, so she didn’t think much about his actions at first, but something felt different. Cracking one eye open, she watched him lift and pin the leg beside her head. As he switched his balance, intent to mirror the motion with his other arm, realization settled on her.

She’d never been a huge consumer of pornography, nor talked frequently about lustful adventures with any of her friends or fellow Wonderbolts, but there was a position she’d heard raucous whispers of, one which almost ensured the insemination of a mare by their stud. Her pulse quickened, her eyes widened slightly, and her sex winked in excitement, as she was repositioned into a full-fledged mating press. If she hadn’t already been impregnated, something she was still ignorant of, she knew exactly where his intentions lie.

Completely immobilized, trapped under his colossal weight, she wrestled her head to the side. Under ordinary circumstances, she would never have broken their kiss, but this wasn’t an ordinary circumstance by any measure. Gazing up at him, seeing him look down at her in confusion, she flashed an impish smirk.

“Pump a foal into me, Daddy,” she breathed, clamping her marehood around him, “and make me a Mommy…”

Try as he might to control himself, her scandalous request and her sultry look were the straws that broke the camel’s back. Using both his considerable physical strength and body weight, he set to pounding her like it was the last day of his life. Every plunge drove her into the mattress, evoking whorish moans from her and pained creaking from the abused bed frame, yet he wasn’t going to stop until he’d pumped every drop of his seed into her.

Unlike with the standard missionary position, which struck a harmony between two lovers, the mating press sat at the apex of domination. He had total and complete control, robbing her of the ability to move, and that added element drove him wild. Inspired by the thought of her carrying their child, he grew closer and closer to the brink. Carrying on his lineage with her would be an honor he was all too happy to accept.

Mewling out, nearing her limit, she threw her head from side to side. She loved every lewd thing they’d done together, yet this level of domination set the bar. Being beneath him, utterly at his mercy, was where she deserved to be - still, even though she could barely move, she needily clenched around his shaft. Her time with him had shown her where her place truly was, and every plunge of his fat cock cemented it further and further; she was his, in mind, body, and soul.

While she couldn’t say how long he lasted, it felt like a small eternity. Every climax was stronger than the last, sapping her strength and causing her to howl in ecstasy, yet things eventually reached a head. Feeling him throbbing harder and harder with each passing second, sensing him flaring against her inner gate, she feebly pawed at his chest. Heedless to the fact that she was already carrying their child, she only wished for one thing.

“Inside,” she wailed, finding the willpower to clamp her battered sex around him. “Don’t you dare pull out, Daddy!”

Eager to oblige, only barely able to hold on, her plea did him in. Burying himself as deeply as possible, he unleashed a tsunami of thick, remarkably virile seed into her awaiting depths. As with every past time, the experience was sublime. Simply getting his rocks off, be it with himself or another, couldn’t compare to unloading into someone who truly adored him and wished to bear his children.

Weakly bucking his hips, causing spunk to squelch and dribble from her quavering, stuffed snatch, he rode out his ecstasy alongside her. A part of him knew he could or already had put a bun in her oven, but he couldn’t care less. In spite of being her father, if she wanted a foal, he’d give her just what she longed for. As he released her legs, letting them limply fall to the mattress, he deeply kissed her one final time and sealed the moment.

Fervently frenching, with their rapture giving way to the warm, euphoric afterglow of their lovemaking, they realized that such times were fleeting; Windy would eventually return home and likely put an end to their newfound relationship, yet they both intended to savor one another until then. Only reluctantly breaking their kiss, they pulled back and grinned. Once again, the blankets needed cleaning, and there was dinner in the oven, so there was still plenty to do.

Going to shuffle back and unsheath himself, Bow hesitated. There was something he’d been on the cusp of saying several times, but he’d yet to give it voice. Clearing his throat, feeling his cheeks glowing, he peered into her eyes and gathered his courage. For whatever reason, he knew now was the time.

“Dash,” he sighed, “I really do love you…”

“I love you too, Daddy,” she hummed, wiggling blithely beneath him, “even more than I love - Mom!”

Bow’s head shot back, taken off guard by the strange assertion. Looking down at her, seeing her gazing at the doorway, his blood ran cold. As he turned his head to the side, spying an all too familiar figure lingering just inside the room, he froze. Blinking in disbelief, ultimately concluding that he wasn’t looking at some sort of hallucination, he blurted two words he’d said more times than he could ever dare count.

“Hi, Honey…”